User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-4677325-20160509025431

 Falkin let out a sigh of relief as he stopped trying to pick up the crate he originally went for. He wiped a paw across his brow and looked over at the daggers that the badger had mentioned. "Fair enough. I guess we have to get used to working with each other, anyways." Walking over to the crate, he began to size it up before pointing at one of the corners. "I'll lift from here if you two get the other side."